#youre fun to mess with on anon so you get a hint lol

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

PREACH!!!

Stop the Damian slander! He is highly trained, and anyone who knows anything about blood knows not to ingest it! He would definitely know about blood borne diseases and how to make sure he doesn't put himself in harm's way more than needed.

People forget that he was still raised as a prince in the LoA, he most definitely is not feral. Rude, yes. Feral? Never, that's simply not on his character and it erases a lot of it when writing him like that. Again, he was raised like a prince. Princes aren't feral.

Most people also forget that he is a kid, a very traumatized kid who was raised to kill. He is a mammas boy, and loves animals because it's a family trait. The al Ghuls have an animal sanctuary, they do some good in the world even they are a bunch of assassins.

Damian is also written as if he was born in America and raised there. There are going to be growing pains, and cultural shocks. There are going to be differences in how he tans, his food preferences (past veganism), and how he starts and ends his day than most people here in America would.

You don't have to do a deep dive into Arabic, Jewish, and Chinese culture and history, but at least remember that he isn't going to be a white boy from NJ. That kid also isn't ignorant of American culture either, so please don't dumb down his character.

Damian is actually very smart, and has a wide set of skills (like magic! He can straight up use magic, though I don't know if that came from Bruce or Talia) that isn't used. People love to fit Damian into a little mold and set him up on a shelf to look at when he is a 12 ft marble statue.

You just need to take a closer look and realize that what you have on your shelf is a shoddy reconstruction of the real deal and take the effort to actually witness Damian for who he is.

—> I need to yap about damian so I'm yapping about damian on my damian blog. 🤯

Anyways, I really like how a lot of people do believe that Damian would bite even though he was heavily disciplined and abused as a child on how to fight correctly and accordingly. That lil guy was definitely taught that biting wasn't acceptable and definitely isn't fair to use in any sort of fight.

I also really want to talk about how so many comics & the dcau mentions how Damian would be impure and filthy when he, in fact, is probably one of the most germaphobic and polished Robins. 😭

Have you seen his mother's side of the family? That boy has a skin care routine involving over 20 steps just to keep his skin clear.

I'm telling you, when he gets his first zit, he freaks out over it and thinks he's dying (he knows it's acne, but the world is ending because god forbid he gets a pimple.)

UGH ALSO, I just love when people draw Damian with ethnic features, especially since he's Jewish, Arab, and Chinese. I love the people who do that !!

[froggiewrites]

I know you’re not taking requests rn BUT if in the future you wouldn’t mind and think it’s fun: I was working and had disney’s mulan (1998 obviously) in the background, hadn’t watched in a while so I did laugh when mulan was practicing acting like a man and said “ha! I see you have a sword, I have one too! they’re very manly-” and just drops the sword. What if reader had to go undercover as swordsman somewhere and they ask zoro for help/pointers and they do this really bad act in front of him? or maybe it’s something like a first meeting kind of thing where the reader is trying to blend in to escape or something and encounters zoro, does this horrible act and ends up confessing and asking for help? I just think this would be hilarious bc zoro might seem and feel very offended but has probably experienced worse with the crew’s jokes and if feelings are involved he could be like “why am I attracted to this idiot?”, affectionately ofc lol

I had a lot of fun with this one, anon. Mulan is tied for my favorite Disney movie, so I was already super on board with this request, and then as I started writing it just started getting really silly. I hope you enjoy it!!

Make a (Swords)Man Out of You

Pairing: Zoro x Reader

SFW

Summary: Your attempt to go undercover as a master swordsman isn't going particularly well. A kind (if somewhat grumpy) stranger offers you some lessons to help keep up the ruse. Warnings: Fluff, Reader is a loser (affectionate) in this one, Zoro is also a bit of a loser Word Count: 2.5k

You were seriously going to get yourself killed.

You were convinced this was going to be easy. You’d tricked people before, and frankly, how hard could it be to use a sword? You don’t need to pretend to be the best swordsman, just a swordsman!

It turns out using a sword is, admittedly, kind of hard.

You couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times you had nearly cut yourself, or the blade had slipped from your hands, or you ended up not slicing through anything because you messed up your swing. You try to tell yourself over and over again that you don’t need to be the best, just mediocre, but you can’t even manage that at this point. You’re going to get caught. You’ve been undercover in this group for a week now, and you’ve managed to avoid any actual swordplay so far, but you can’t keep this up for long. Not only have you not found the treasure you wanted, you’re probably going to get your head sliced off before you find even a hint of it’s location. 

So here you are, in the middle of the night, trying and once again failing to make a dent on this stupid training dummy.

“You’re not holding it right.”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of a man’s voice behind you. You whip around to see another mysterious swordsman who showed up a few days ago and immediately wiped the floor with several members of the group. You had no idea why he was here, considering he didn’t seem nearly as interested in mindless violence or ill-gotten gains as the rest of the people here. You couldn’t quite recall his name.

“I know what I’m doing,” you grumble, unconvincingly.

“Oh yeah?” He has a smug grin on his face, one that just screams I know more than you and we both know it. “Will you show me, then?”

This is it. You’re caught, he’s going to tell, and you’re going to get sliced to a billion little pieces. You try to keep your cool, to steady your breath and lie through your teeth as you have been all week, but something about him just cuts to your core and you break. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

He takes a step back at the panic in your voice, immediately looking unsure at the sight of your tears. “I’m not–I–Stop crying!” He says it roughly, more of a command than anything else, which only makes you cry harder.

“Please, I don’t want them to kill me! I didn’t think it’d be this hard! I just wanted some treasure, is that so wrong? Life is expensive!” Your blubber would be embarrassing if you had any coherent thoughts through your fear.

“Who said anything about killing you?” He moves forward, his hand covering your mouth and muffling your sobs and panicked words. “And seriously, stop crying. You’re being too damn loud, you’re going to get yourself caught! God, it’s a wonder you haven’t been caught already. You’re so obvious I knew from the moment I walked in you were trying to run some kind of con.”

You try to ask him how he knew immediately, but the words don’t make it through his palm.

“Stop talking. It’s fine. No one’s going to kill you.”

You think he can hear you promise? through his hand.

“Yes, I promise. Just…stop.”

He frees your mouth, and you take a deep and steadying breath.

“So why are you pretending to be a swordsman?”

“These bandits have been stealing a lot from people here, and I heard they stole a big priceless artifact from a nobleman. I figure if I get that, I can get off the island, sell it, and be set for life.”

“So you said you were a master swordsman?”

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t think about lying about anything more believable?”

“They said they needed one. And I didn’t think I’d be this bad at it.”

He closes his eyes, pondering a moment. “You do seem pretty uniquely terrible at this.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“No problem.”

You try to steady your breath, and while you do, he takes your hands in his, turning them over and glaring at them as though they were an insult.

“Why are they so soft?”

“What?”

“Your hands. They’re too soft. You don’t have a single callus.”

“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing?”

“It means you don’t do anything with them. It means you definitely don’t hold a sword. If anyone here were capable you’d have been out on your ass day one.”

“I don’t think most people would notice that.”

“Any decent swordsman would. You’re damn lucky I’m the only one here.”

You want to scoff, to ask him what makes him so qualified, but you know he could sound the alarm at any moment, and it’s stupid to piss off a man who holds your life in his hands. “Why haven’t you turned me in already?”

He scoffs. “Why would I?”

“They’d probably give you a reward or something. You don’t get anything out of helping me.”

“What, are you trying to convince me to do it?”

Your heart clenches, your voice raising with fear. “No!”

He shushes you harshly. “God, it was a joke! Be quiet!”

You shrink in on yourself, covering your mouth before he gets the chance.

He sighs. “You’re terrible at this. Why the hell did you think you could keep up this act?”

“I’ve tricked people before!”

“Did those people have swords?”

“...No.”

“Did you keep up an act for weeks at a time?”

“Well–”

“Yes or no.”

“...No.”

He pinches his forehead, muttering something under his breath about an idiot you remind him of, and you pout indignantly. 

“I’m not an idiot!”

“Oh yeah? Because everything I’ve seen tonight has been pretty dumb.”

“Okay, well why are you here then, genius?”

He goes quiet, his eyes sliding away from yours.

“What, no answer?”

He mumbles something.

“What was that?”

You can barely hear the words, almost lost as he whispers them, his head tilted down in embarrassment. “I got lost.”

You can’t help the bark of a laugh that leaves you. “What?”

“I got lost! I was going to find my ship and I got turned around, so I decided to stay and see what this place was about! So what?”

“You got lost so you decided to join a group of bandits? And you’ve been here for days! Don’t you have anybody looking for you?”

“They’ll show up eventually!”

“Why didn’t you just ask for directions?”

“I don’t need directions!”

“Clearly, you do!”

You both groan in unison at the other, fighting frustration. You aren’t in much of a position to judge, but how could a person be more helpless? At least you got yourself into trouble on purpose.

“Where is your ship supposed to be docked?”

“I don’t remember exactly, it was near an opera house.”

“An…opera house?”

“Yeah?”

You cannot believe this is happening. “We don’t have one of those.”

“What?”

“There isn’t an opera house on this island. The closest one is a day’s ferry trip away. How the hell did you get here?”

“I walked.”

“That literally cannot be true! Like physically!”

“Well it is! So you must have forgotten!”

“Forgotten about the layout of the island I’ve lived my entire life on? Really?”

“God, you’re so annoying. I can’t believe I was going to help you.”

You pause. “You were going to help me? With what?”

“With swordplay! Obviously! You can’t even hold the damn thing right, you clearly need it.” He’s pouting, his lower lip jutted out like a child about to throw a tantrum. You just barely hold yourself back from telling himself that. As fun as it may be to taunt him, you really do need the help.

You can swallow your pride for the night. If everything works out, maybe you can make fun of him for this later. “...Would you still be willing to help me?”

“Why should I?”

“I can get you back to your ship. After I get the treasure, I mean.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“No offense, but you definitely do. And I kind of want to go with you anyway. I’m a little worried you’ll just walk off into the ocean if I don’t.”

He glares at you, eyes raking up and down your form, considering for a moment. He sighs. “Fine, I guess I can help.”

You feel hopeful for the first time in a while. Your new friend, who informs you his name is Zoro, seems rather skilled. Maybe this plan won’t get you killed after all!

Two days later you’re kicking yourself for daring to think that even for a second.

“How the hell are you still doing it wrong?” His hands are on your back again, adjusting your posture for the twentieth time today. “How hard can it be just to swing a sword?”

“It’s not! I’ve been swinging it this whole time!” You aggressively bring the blade down on the training dummy you two had stolen for your lessons. Zoro had thought you would need a day at most to get the basics down, but you were nearing the end of day two and making absolutely no progress.

He sighs, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back as he adjusts your hold. You try not to blush as you ask, “What are you doing?”

“Fixing your hold. Come on, we’re going to swing it together. Clearly just telling you isn’t working, but maybe this will.” He puts his hands over yours, and you feel the heat radiating off of him. You try to focus on the movement as he guides you, but you can’t help but be distracted by the feeling of his muscles against your back. “Did you get that?”

“Huh?” You’re so grateful he can’t see your face right now. “Sorry, uh, can we do that one more time?”

Instead of making fun of you or complaining, he simply guides you through the motion again, going slow to ensure you understand every step, before repeating it again closer to a normal speed. “Did you get it?”

“I…think so. Maybe.”

He chuckles, and you can feel the rumble of his chest against your back. “Alright. Try it yourself, now.”

You do, and for once, the sword flies through the air with ease, and makes a sizable slash in the dummy. You stare for a moment, dumbfounded, before you drop the sword and whirl around to face him. “I did it!” You can’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him.

“Wha–Hey! Don’t drop your sword!” Despite his scolding tone of voice, his arms are gentle as they wrap around you, lifting you up slightly. “...But that was good.”

Is that a hint of red at the tips of his ears?

No, of course not. It couldn’t be.

He sets you down, picking up the sword and placing it back in your hand. “Now do it again. If you can do something as simple as that, you can probably keep up the facade long enough to find your treasure.”

You do the motion ten, twenty, then thirty more times while Zoro watches on with satisfaction. “You know, I could probably make a real swordsman out of you if we had the time.”

You laugh. “Maybe you could. I don’t have anywhere to be after this. Does your ship have room for one more?”

You say it as a joke, but you can see on his face that for a moment, he genuinely considers the possibility. “It’s a big ship. You’d have to get approval from my Captain, though.”

“Do you think I could?”

“He’d love you.” He smiles fondly. “You’re just as reckless as he is. And you’d get along with everyone else, too. Nami would appreciate having someone else who knows the value of a Berry around. Usopp would love how gullible you are. And that cook…” He makes a quiet noise of disgust. “Anyway, you’d fit right in.”

You can see the affection radiating off of him as he talks about his friends. You can’t help but smile back at him. “They sound nice.”

“They have their moments.”

You sheathe your sword, rolling out your shoulders and neck. “Well, I think I only have a bit to go before I get the treasure. I’m so close I can taste it. I bet I can find it by tonight.”

“Here’s hoping. As you are now, you’d still get caught the moment you got put into a real battle. We have to find it quickly.”

You freeze, your heart pounding a little faster. “...We?”

“Yeah?” He looks at you like it’s obvious.

“You’re coming with me?”

“You thought I wouldn’t?”

“I don’t know! You never said you were going to!”

“I thought it was obvious. We’re going to go in, grab the treasure, and run like hell.”

You don’t like the way he simplifies it, but you have to admit that’s basically your entire plan. “And then I take you back to your ship?”

“It’d be hard for you to join if you didn’t.”

You can’t hide your shock. “You were serious?”

“Were you not?”

“I mean–I’d like to, but–”

“If you want to, then there’s no but. It’s settled.” He says it so easily. You wonder where he gets the confidence to speak things into existence like that, to say things as though they’re sure to happen simply because he wills it. His next words are spoken as an afterthought, as though they left his mouth before he even realized they were coming. “That’s good. I didn’t really want to let you go.”

“Huh?” Your face is definitely red now.

“Huh?” His face might be redder than yours.

“Did you–”

“No, definitely not.”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He sharply turns around. “We have a treasure to go steal.”

Well, if he isn’t going to be brave about this, you suppose you’ll have to. You wouldn’t survive the tension-filled boat ride over otherwise. “Oh, the brave swordsman is running away?”

You see his shoulders tense, and you know you got him. “I am not running away.”

“Then why aren’t you looking at me, Zoro?” You keep your voice teasing and sickly sweet.

He slowly turns, desperately avoiding your eyes.

“You still aren’t loo–”

Before you can finish your taunt, chapped lips are pressed against yours. It’s jarring and all too brief, gone before you even realize it was there. By the time you can blink, he’s backed away again, stalking off with a purpose. “Come on. We’re losing daylight.”

“That’s the wrong way.”

He turns back around without a word, rushing past you. You can’t help the goofy little grin that makes its way onto your lips. You won’t tell him, not now, but you didn’t really want to let him go quite yet either.

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[animeomegas]

Ideal Valentines Day - Omega! Aizawa, Mic, Toshinori, Dabi

A/N: For the anon who asked <3 I wasn't vibing with Shiggy today, so I left him off. I feel like these all ended up being home dates, but I think being a hero or villain makes those easier lol. There are hints of n-sfw, but it's non-descriptive and very tame.

Aizawa

Actions speak louder than words for Aizawa, and I think his preferred love language for receiving affection is Acts of Service.

He has no need for material items, and that goes doubly for anything covered in hearts. I don't think he's a massive fan of chocolate. And flowers are just another thing that he has to sort out and try to keep alive as long as he can. No, he much prefers practical care on Valentine's day.

He wants you to pick him up from UA after work so he doesn't have to drive, a warm cup of his favourite coffee, far sweeter than his image would suggest, ready for him.

He wants to go straight home of course. When he walks through the door, he would love to see the house sparkling clean and tidy. It lifts a burden off him that he didn't even know was there.

There's no fancy outfits with him. He wants to immediately get changed into the comfiest clothes he has, and he would love if you did the same.

Dinner should 100% be his favourite takeaway, eaten on the couch, of course.

I don't know why, but I don't get the vibe that Aizawa is that interested in sex on Valentines Day. I think he'd prefer the intimacy to come from a shared bath or a massage.

And ideally the night ends early, so he can face tomorrow well rested, for once in his life.

Mic

Hizashi loves cheesy romance, he lives for cheesy romance! He eats, sleeps, and breathes it!

I think receiving gifts is something he loves, so get him a pink teddy bear, get him a comically oversized chocolate bar, get him a sappy card filled with cheesy love poems (bonus if you write them yourself.) He loves it all.

He also wants to be at home, because he's worried about people recognising him and interrupting the date.

He would love, love, love if he came home to a trail of rose petals to follow, he's always wanted to do that!

I think he'd enjoy cooking dinner together, just making a mess, playing around, listening to music.

Please pull him to dance with you, he will melt.

Once the food is eaten and the mess left for tomorrow, I think he'd want to do some sort of activity. A board game, a video game, painting together, anything! He's having fun as long as he's with you.

And then... well he's certainly not going to complain if one of your gifts to him was lingerie or a new 'toy'. And it would be rude to not try them out 😏

Toshinori

His idea of romance is old school. He developed his taste mostly from films, rather than experience, after all.

He wants roses so badly. He can't decide if it's more romantic to get a dozen roses, or just one, so he'll let you decide.

I think something private would be more meaningful to him because he's spent his life in the spotlight.

He wants you to meet him at the door with a rose/bouquet of roses, and then lead him into the living room of your home, where you've laid out a fancy dinner.

He wants the fancy dinner table to be set to the nines, he wants candles, champagne, and some food that he can eat. He wants classical music playing in the background.

And then he wants you to pull out his chair for him and wine and dine him until he's completely smitten, not that that's hard.

He doesn't mind if you order the food, but he'd prefer if you either made it by hand, or had it ordered from a special place as opposed to just off a food delivery app. He wants everything to feel special.

The best way to finish the night after dinner is with a movie. One of his favourite films, probably a ridiculous American action film or terrible romcom.

He needs some good old fashioned cuddling at the same time of course.

And because he's getting old, he wants to spend the final moments of the day tucked up in bed, talking about feelings and the future, and all the fuzzy things you're both looking forward to in your relationship.

Dabi

Dabi is softer than he will admit, which means Valentines Day with him involved tricking him into feeling loved.

You can't do things that are too typical, because he'll get spooked. If he comes home and sees heart shaped balloons or dozens of roses, he will flee the scene.

Luckily, he is utterly weak for pizza, so if he comes home and you've ordered his favourite pizza and got a video game/film set up, he can't resist.

"This isn't some weird Valentine's shit, is it?"

"It's just pizza, Dabi, but if you don't want any, I'll eat it all."

"What? In your dreams, knothead."

Once you've lulled him in with pizza and games, you can start putting the moves on him.

He's almost always down for sex, so that part is easy. The hard part is stopping him from escalating it into something rougher, and keeping it gentle.

He gets frustrated at first that you're being too soft on him, and it's at this point that you start lavishing him in praise and body worship. His frustration turns into bashfulness and Dabi gets kind of shy.

Let him know how much you love him.

And then, right when you're both about to drift off, wish him a Happy Valentine's Day.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

lmfao Dark Howlett/Creed!Reader having rankings for who they like the most

Imagine a tier list video except it's Reader ranking the X-Men and villains

Logan and Victor are probably F tier lol

Cube anon

Hahaha! Oh dear... Okay, I might as well do it, and make it canon (with hidden fun facts and lore for the au!)... This is in Creed/Howlett Reader's pov:

(Journal: List of Who Is The Least Awful)

(In the Green)

Gambit: is nice to me, only tries to steal my food and my spare change, wants information but at least attempts to listen to me talk first (he smells like cats and spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon) 7/10

Kurt: tries to be polite, but I know he's scared, and he went along with what the others did (I saw him wearing a cross necklace... Catholic, maybe? seems sweet, is blue and fluffy... smells like blueberry muffins) 6.5/10

Todd: still jokes at my expense, but is only as scared as everyone else... still doesn't like me, went along with their plan to use me (is he a feral mutant? or just a poor frog, erm, toad kid?) 6/10

Beast: was nice to my face, did not say i should stay, knew I was being tested, did nothing (why is it always the same?) 5.5/10

(In the Yellow)

Xavier: ... I don't like him, he set me up... but he is polite to my face, albeit he also decided I wouldn't be staying with them (who let him have kids?) 4/10

Rogue: isn't bad, but is distrustful of me (wasn't she in this position before?) 4/10

Magneto: terrifies me... but hasn't personally messed with me (he's Pietro and Wanda's dad, he's scary as f*ck!) 4/10

Evan: annoying and likes to mess around/make jokes about me, is not the worst (I'm not fighting him, he has SPIKES, I'm not that much of a sucker for pain-) 4/10

Lance: still annoyed me, was not nice, was rude and threw a rock at me in retaliation once (has issues, but don't we all?) 3.5/10

(In the Red)

Kitty: is a bit snobby and prudish, but hasn't tried to fight me or get in my way, smells like bubblegum (she's smart, once was in a club with her, was ignored, it's normal) 3.5/10

Jean: did not trust me at all, is suspicious of me, has tried to read my mind, she scares me (a telepath or telekinetic? how do any of these kids live under the same roof? smart, pretty, avoid) 3/10

Scott: definitely does not trust me, has tried to start a fight with me, his lasers burn, is very, very stubborn (I am not fighting him again, one time was enough, did he have to insult me, too? are he and Jean dating? ... they seem like a good fit...) 2.5/10

Wanda: ... no... nope... does not like anyone, is related to Pietro, is the nicer of the twins (wears red and black a lot... is dangerous... steer clear of her) 2.5/10

(In the Black)

Pietro: is annoying as f*ck, is rude, insults me and everyone else, will rub your insecurities in your face, is demanding, is dramatic, is addicted to drama (why did I ever try to talk to him? avoid at all costs. Is NOT worth it) 1/10

Logan: ... avoid avOid AVOID! dangerous, terrifying, deems me too dangerous, has almost hurt me, don't go near him, stay away from him and his brats (I thought he'd understand... what it's like, to be this way... he doesn't care...) 0/10

Sabretooth: Run Run RUN!!! Avoid at all costs! Do not talk to, do not get near, stay still, don't speak, pray, will bite and scratch and aim to hurt, deems me too soft (said it more hurtfully than that... is NOT nice...) -1/10

(Hmmm... I don't think I have friends... I have maybe Gambit, but he's, well... I know why he comes around. I know it's just a job, just a scheme. But I'm lonely, okay? I need someone to talk to, and out of everyone, he's the least problematic... Is it so bad to want someone as a friend? What am I doing wrong? I try to act normal, talk normal, eat normally... These people should understand, but they don't... Is there a point to this?)

(... I heard something outside... I need to check it out... I'll write in you again, Journal...)

( Last written entry of Reader ********, dated 12/03/200? , in their journal )

(How is this for a peek inside Creed/Howlett Reader's mind in their version of the Dark AU? And a reminder: they didn't know who their dad was at first but find out during **********...) (So yes, Gambit ai the closest they have to an ally/comrade, but they aren't quite friends...) (When Reader wakes up and finds the other three with them, those three are traumatized, trying to apologize, and telling Reader they'll be welcomed this time, that the others can't leave then after this, look at the state they're in-) (Well, um... look at this list, and tell me how well you think that goes over initially) ( @sugar-soda @vivid-bun @danni1323 @crowwithguns @thewickedweiner)

[j0kers-light]

Okay that head canon about y/n getting sick and J worrying over her was precious 🥹 What if the tables were turned and J got bad sick and refused to take care of himself?

-🍄

My beloved 🍄 anon!! How I have missed you!

You stay providing me with amazing ideas! sick!reader was fun to write! So let’s explore a sick!Joker! This big baby… I’m gonna have fun with this one. 🖤✨as always enjoy enjoy!!

Joker does not get sick. He is far too busy to be bogged down with such a trivial thing as germs. Who do they think they are anyway?

Sure he's not superhuman but you would think all that time spent messing with chemicals and stuff would make him immune?

NOPE! Baby boy gets hit with the common cold and he’s out for weeks. It’s almost funny if not for the fact that Joker fighting for his life.

If only Batman knew a common cold could have J waving a white flag. 🥴

Unlike you Joker accepts rather quickly that he's sick and needs to sit his butt down somewhere.

That doesn't mean that decision is instantaneous. He ignores minor symptoms too. 🙄🙄

Like an itchy throat, watery eyes, a splitting headache. HE'S FINE. Joker powers through as if nothing is wrong. 👀 (sound familiar?)

Frost is the first to raise an eyebrow as the days progress and Joker doesn’t improve. He hints that J might be coming down with something only to be ignored. Frost tried to warn him.. 🤦���‍♀️

Just imagine Joker hosting a meeting like mid theatric speech and suddenly.. he sneezes.

Mac secretly took a video to send to you later because Joker looked too cute!

Joker and just about everyone in attendance was shocked at the comical (and adorable) sneeze that comes out this scary man.

👁️ 👄 👁️ them goons were shooketh girl lol

Joker threatens to murder anyone if they laugh but a snicker does escape when J sneezes again and almost bangs his head against the table (I'm fighting back tears anon! 🤣)

One glance at Frost has the meeting adjourned because they gotta drop Joker off at your place. He can't terrorize Gotham City like this!

That poor baby is a mess! Joker is sweating through his greasepaint, his nose is running like Usain Bolt, and he swears that Bane is punching him in the head. 😀 yup he’s sick.

It's time to go when Joker passes out in front of Frost, Mac, and Neo after one sneeze too many.

There's only one person they trust to look after Joker. Are you up for the challenge?

Frost is a big guy, but even he is struggling to carry Joker into your apartment. He called earlier explaining that Joker wasn't feeling too well so you left the front door unlocked.

You thought that meant Joker got hurt while out being a menace to society. That you could deal with. Some bandaids and a proper scolding, always did the trick.

You weren’t expecting Frost to dump your semi-unconscious lover onto your couch like a sack of potatoes. Joker looks almost unrecognizable and you fear the worst seeing how weak he is.

His hooded eyes take you in and a groggy, "Bunny.... I'm dying!" escapes his lips before you lock eyes with Frost.

"He has a cold."

😀 Lawd help us. If you thought Joker was a drama queen before Chile.. This grown man acts like a child staying home from school with pneumonia rather than a cold.

J has transformed himself into a blanket burrito with only his freckled face exposed. And he look so pitiful.

He can't breathe out of his nose anymore which has turned scarlet red since he doesn't use the tissues you bought him, (you yell at him to stop using his sleeves!) and he takes random naps as his immune system tries to fight off this infection. It’s doing a terrible job.

A common cold last a few days at most. A full week and a half later, and Joker is still in the trenches.

This is when you start to worry and take his illness more seriously.

Feed a cold, starve a fever so you work overtime to nurse your man back to health. You prepare the best homemade soups, arrange all the tv marathons J could ever want, you even sneak him medicine with tried and true motherly tactics.

J refused to take medicine so you cave and buy him jello, applesauce, pudding etc. as a compromise.

Little does he know, you crushed the pills inside 🤫 In short, you watch over Joker like a hawk.

He orders you to stay away stating, 'he doesn't want his Bunny getting sick' but in the same breath, he makes you cuddle with him on the couch. J falls asleep using you as his personal teddy bear and you are totally okay with that.

Anything to help him sleep and recover faster.

The worst phase comes along when you wrestle out of Joker’s arms to grab the thermometer, and his voice stops you in your tracks.

"Ma? Is... is that you?"

Joker is delirious and you shouldn't take advantage of him when he's so out of it but what's the harm in feeding into his delulu? Its not like he'll remember anyway..

You weakly smile and reply. "Hush baby, I'll be right back."

J begins another coughing fit and has air remaining to steal yours with a single sentence. "No, I don't wanna be alone."

He sounds so weak, like a child confessing their worst fears to an adult. What kind of person can ignore a plea like that? You can't that’s for sure.

You’ll check his temperature later. Right now, Joker needs you. You crawl back into Joker's arms and he immediately wraps them around you.

"Don't... l-leave." His voice is breaking your heart, he sounds so scared!

You smooth J’s hair away to cup his face. You washed away all the harsh makeup and sweat days ago so you’re free to admire his natural beauty in all its glory.

Even fighting a cold, he's so handsome looking up at you with those glassy eyes of his. You doubt he recognizes you right now. Only you are allowed to see Joker so vulnerable.

Only you can take care of him and it’s an honor you’ll never take for granted.

"I’m not going anywhere." You promise.

[lafiametta]

I'm glad I'm not the only one sending you anons lol. I'm gonna switch it up with a question:

We have 5 awesome lead actors in Anora. What do you think is the best thing they bring to their respective roles, and what is your favourite acting moment from each of them?

See, I have no idea who's sending me these asks, so for all I know you could all be the same person. It's cool to realize you're not, though! :)

Anyway, this is super fun! Let's get started:

Vache Tovmasyan brings such a weirdly endearing sad-sack quality to Garnik. On paper, this guy's a meathead henchman but Tovmasyan is able to play him in such a way that you honestly do feel bad for all the terrible things that are happening to him (even as you laugh). I don't know that I would go so far as to call him my poor little meow meow, but there's something so pathetic about the way he keeps getting shit on by life and somehow still retains the ability to fall asleep just about anywhere. There are a lot of good moments to choose from, but my favorite is right after Ani kicks him into the coffee table and he's searching for ice in the kitchen and finding only a bag of dumplings (“rich people don't have ice?”). He comes back to the couch and collapses on it, just as Ani proclaims that she's not going to run if they untie her. “You are not going anywhere,” he sneers, and even though it's meant to sound harsh and menacing, it's in this hilarious nasal whine, courtesy of the broken nose she just gave him.

Karren Karagulian is likewise able to make us feel sympathy for a character who otherwise would seem like a rude and uncompromising jerk. Karagulian has this world-weariness (and frankly such a hangdog look) that you really do believe that he's wasted the last fourteen years of his life babysitting this spoiled rich kid and getting called at the worst possible times to fix whatever mess the brat has managed to create that day. He's also fed up with just about everything else, including the youth of today with their “TikTok, Instagram, TikTok, Instagram!” and the New York City parking authority who keeps ticketing him and trying to tow his car. I love the scene at the christening, when he checks his phone and audibly groans while holding the baby, but I think my favorite moment is when he's yelling at Garnik on speaker phone as he's driving to the mansion. All we really hear is this disembodied voice, mostly over the struggle in the living room between Ani, Igor, and Garnik, but then it cuts to him just absolutely losing it in the car as he races to the mansion (“I swear to fucking God! Garnik, you stupid fucking idiot!”). And you feel kind of bad for him, because, yeah, he really did choose some terrible henchmen to employ.

Mark Eydelshteyn is really fantastic as Ivan. My understanding is that the makers of the movie weren't really expecting that he would bring such a sweet goofiness to Ivan (in the script, he's more just a garden-variety entitled rich kid) and that it really helped to make the audience believe that Ani could fall for him — or at least fall for the fantasy he represented. Eydelshteyn is also really good at letting these little hints of Ivan's selfish, spoiled nature shine through, even in the first act of the movie, like the way he fully ignores Ani while playing his video games or how he fake-berates the manager at Caesars Palace (his anger wasn't real, but the joke was unnecessary and kind of mean). There are a lot of great acting moments (the naked somersault into bed, the stoned rapping to the candy shop owner), but I really like the one on the tarmac with Ani. He's finally sobered up, not just from the night of drinking but also from the dream that he can escape the disappointment of his parents, and all that sweet goofiness is just gone, revealing the self-centered and casually cruel person he really is. (“What do you want me to say?” he tells he girl he proposed to just a few weeks earlier. “Do you understand that now we must go in the fucking plane and fly in fucking Vegas? Get it?” His eyes are just dead; there's no sign he recognizes any of her pain or disappointment.)

Yura Borisov, who is rightly being nominated for all sorts of awards (and is on a lot of short lists for a Best Supporting Actor Oscar), brings such soulfulness to Igor. He's “the Russian,” just some guy brought along for back-up in case they need muscle, but he's drawn into the orbit of the story, closer and closer to the whirlwind that is Ani, and we uncover him piece by piece as the film progresses. It's the way that Borisov slowly reveals Igor's true depths and ultimately his role as the movie's moral center that makes the performance so good and so enjoyable to watch. And the silent acting is amazing; just watch the journey he goes on with his eyes alone while he's struggling on the couch with Ani pinned on top of him. In terms of favorite moments, the candy shop scene is definitely up there, just because it reveals — in a way that we already sensed but hadn't really seen — Igor's clear capacity for destructive violence. I also love the delighted little grin and giggle after “Touché, motherfucker?” But I don't really know how anything can compare to the final scene in the car. Because he just flips through layer after layer — resignation, confusion, shock, desire, hope, bewilderment, understanding, and compassion — and he does it without saying a single word.

Mikey Madison inhabits the role of Ani in a way that's just so unbelievably impressive. And she really does take a character who could be seen as just a brash, trashy, foul-mouthed hustler and make her into someone you really want to succeed. Ani is brash and kind of trashy and foul-mouthed and she definitely hustles, but Madison brings such buoyancy and charm to the role that she's able to transform those attributes into a really sympathetic and relatable person. (And apparently she did do a huge amount of training to learn how to pole dance, even though she's only on the pole for about 20 seconds in the movie.) God, I don't even know how I would pick my favorite acting moment in the movie, just because there are so many. The opening scenes in the club are so good, just because it establishes the pure hustle of her job and the persona she cultivates for the male clients (and also for Ivan, during their relationship), and there's the physicality of the fight scene with Igor in the living room, which feels so real both in its terror and slapstick comedy. I would talk about the car scene, which is equally as impressive on Madison's part as it is on Borisov's, but I really love the scene at the club as she's leaving for the last time (or so she thinks) and she's saying goodbye to everyone and talking about how she's going to have her honeymoon at Disney World and stay in a Disney princess suite. Because at this point you just love Ani so much and you can feel her excitement and belief in this idea that she's found her prince and she's going to live happily ever after — and you really want it for her too! (Cue the walls about to come crashing down.)

[wreckingtickles]

For the ask game, how about Bakugou? I know you have him in your series, but who can ever get enough of wrecking this grouchy little shit?

I have so many ideas for him, and his story will be so packed that I wonder if I'll ever finish it lol This is so hard to respond to because my desire to wreck him exceeds my ability to come up with scenarios - and I can come up with a lot of them. Better yet, he'd deserve every single minute of it.

The other great thing about him is that you can toy with his pride so much. Everything is humiliating, both being ticklish/tickled and demanding that it stop because he can't take it, it's a fantastic catch 22 for his ego. His story will definitely include him being forced to say things that he regards as humiliating. And it's also so much fun past that point, when he's forced to divest himself what little pride he has left and just beg his lungs out even when he's not being tickled into doing that.

Right, a setup. And uh, I really can't choose! I'll leave cute and mushy things aside because so many other writers have written them, and have written them well. The same pretty much goes for dares, interrogations, and punishments. (But I am not sated. Not nearly sated.)

One funny thing I noticed is that when I think about Quirks in ticklish settings, it's always about how well they could be used on Bakugo specifically. So I enjoy the idea of him criticizing everyone's Quirk and then pretty much all of Class 1-A demonstrating how wrong he is by running him through a tickling gauntlet (fun fact, I was the anon who requested @intheticklecloset's "Versatile", hope she doesn't mind the tag), at the end of which lies Shoji. And then... it's Class 1-B's turn XD

This would be too OOC, unless Shindo snapped and mind-controlled everyone lol It could even be a day that no one in UA remembers except for Shindo and Bakugo, who looks strangely exhausted and bashful the next day.

But since I also enjoy twisting canon events, the LoV insisting that he release a public statement where he declares that the hero system is broken and he has joined the villains after kidnapping him, him refusing, and then tickling him (can't leave any marks!) until he agrees to record it would be golden. Like maybe Toga starts teasing him, and he has such an explosive reaction that her sadism is piqued and she starst legit tickling him (wondering if Izuku is ticklish too). The way he was bound, his armpits would be difficult to reach, and she can't skitter her nails across his belly too well, but his ribs are very easy to target. She even takes off his shirt to make it worse.

Either at Shigaraki's orders or because Bakugo is Todoroki's classmate, Dabi joins in next. But that's not enough and they're getting bored (Toga is planning to actually go after Izuku now), so they lift his arms over his head and now his entire upper body is ready for the taking too, and they leave extracting the video to Twice's clones.

With his whole upperbody getting it, Bakugo agrees to shoot the video, but he's actually lying, he just wanted the tickling to stop, and spits at the camera, so the clones resume, going after his thighs too and taking off his shoes and socks as well to get at his feet. Twice even hints that maybe this will be the video they release, not the confession, just to mess with him.

This time they don't stop when he gives in, they continue for a while longer to make it very clear he should not have messed with them. He records the message, but then the clones resume tickling him full-force as punishment for taking so long. Heck, maybe there are even Ohmus with sensitivity-enhancing Quirks in the basement...

[emmett-the-luchino-lover]

LIZARD LUCHINO WITH A S/O THAT IS LIKE ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH HIM AND FLIRTS WITH HIM A LOT PELAKSGEGW THEY JUST LIKE MAKING SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE FLIRTING THEY THINK HE’S THE HOTTEST MF ALIVE

I AM SELF PROJECTING SO MUCH ON THIS

ANON YOU SO REAL FOR THAT flirting with luchino mains in match on identity v is my fave activity FR!!!! I couldn’t write this one very well so I apologize dearly <\3

But I really hope you enjoy!!!

🦎Luchino X Reader that loves to flirt with him (slight NSFW)

Reader is GN.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-You guys have been talking to each other for awhile and oooo boy.. the way you swoon so badly for this lizard boy…

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-You would always knock on his door, giving him flowers and gifts and such like that, while saying the most cheesiest pick up line ever that makes him roll his eyes at you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-But that doesn’t mean he don’t like it…

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-In fact, he finds it very amusing, seeing you try and shoot your shot multiple times, he acts oblivious on purpose to study and see what you would do, he thinks of this like a game, sort of.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“Human. What are you trying to do? What’s with that face?” “Nothing~ Just thought I gave this flower to you.. the scent reminds me of you, cause it’s as pleasant as you..❤️” “Are you drunk again?”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-Despite you making so many hints towards him, he just wouldn’t get it, or so you thought. You started to get tired of it a little bit, and stepped it up. There’s no way he won’t get this…

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“Luchiiii~” you drag out his name. He was doing an experiment and you were watching him at his lab.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“What is it that you so dearly want?” He replies to you, almost hissing in a way.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“How come you don’t do experiments outside of lizards and.. weird reptile stuff like that?” You say.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“And what do you mean by that…?”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“I dunno, you could perhaps.. do an “experiment” on me, instead…~” you say, super flirtiously, leaning into him closely with those lovey dovey eyes, and at this moment, he couldn’t hold it back

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-“Mmmm..” He purrs out. “Maybe I should. Does tonight sound good?”

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-Now you’re becoming a blushing mess, surprised that he even responded like that, making you stutter a lot, too. (Mans got you speechless FR😭)

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ-Let’s just say, during that night you guys had a bit of fun. And now this man just fully flirting with you, purposely making you flustered any given moment he can. Lol

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of miscellaneous replies.

Anonymous asked:

I used to be pretty indifferent to the NRC school staff, but your art and headcanons made me warm up to them a lot, especially Crewel, so thank you!

Aside for his crush on Trein, what do you think Crewel's sex/love life is like? Does he prefer one-night stands or is he interested in finding a more stable relationship? Would he use dating apps or does he just go with the flow?

Aww you’re welcome and thank you, Anon! We don’t get nearly enough of the NRC school stuff in the game itself, but I still love them a lot, so I’m happy you also got invested in them and Crewel specifically.

I like to think that Crewel has quite an active sex/love life. For some reason I imagine him as someone who goes to very specific types of clubs and bars and meets people there (+ maybe people from the fashion industry?) but he could also use dating apps when he’s in the mood for those. Although he seems like the type who needs to see a person with his eyes first, to “smell” them and make sure that they have chemistry.

He doesn’t date; he’s never dated anyone “seriously” in his life. He has a lot of partners though, and he isn’t the nicest person to a lot of them. He doesn’t abuse them or anything, just ghosts a lot of people. He’s a bit of a mess, to be honest lol

Anonymous asked:

I read your twst first time HCs and I laughed at the ones for Jamil. He totally is that guy who’s either really experienced or he’s a total virgin who people just THINK is experienced. Plus that thing about sex as a form of self-punishment is just so on the nose for him I feel.

If Kalim was his first time when do you think it would’ve happened? After Overblot, before Overblot, at the Firework festival, etc.?

Thank you, Anon!! Yeah, Jamil has such a seductive vibe sometimes, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, but in actuality it’s so possible for him to not even want to have sex at all lol he has too many things to worry about. I’m also happy you noted the self-punishment part! I feel like I come back to this idea every time I think about poor Jamil.

If Kalim was his first, I would say it probably happened after Jamil’s Overblot. We haven’t seen the Firework festival yet, so I’m not sure about the level of tension between them during this period… But maybe during Ch5? When they were staying at the Ramshackle, for example. Or even earlier, right after Ch4. Maybe everything that went down made Kalim reflect on his feelings towards Jamil and realise just how much he desires him.

Or maybe they were having sex actively already by the time we met them lol Kalim seems to be so comfortable around Jamil, it wouldn’t be very surprising to learn that all of his sexual awakening was tightly tied to his closeness with him. So I guess it all depends on his horny or childish you want Kalim to be.

artfulhero-m asked:

After all this time I think your art has convinced my brain to finally ship Lilia x Silver (because you're the only artist that I follow that ships it lol) and my brain has decided to tell me by showing me Lilia teaching Silver how to have a good time if you catch my drift wink wink (source: it was revealed to me in a dream)

Ahh, welcome to this wonderful ship! <3 Honestly more people should ship these two lol so any new shipper is always good news.

BUT OH GOD PEOPLE KEEP HAVING THE BEST DREAMS LOL Your brain literally went “do we ship LiliSil? Take a wild guess, here is a hint”..

It’s completely right though, Lilia has taught Silver everything he needs to know to have fun both by himself and with someone else~

Anonymous asked:

do either of you have a yuu/twst oc?

Not really, we aren’t that into yuus and stuff.

Anonymous asked:

Opinions on Kalim x Vil?

I loved that scene where Vil demonstrated a proper skin care routine on Kalim’s silly face lol it was fun.

Don’t have a lot of thoughts about them as a ship though, maybe it’s because we haven’t seen the events in which they interacted more.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Me and my Tumblr fans have brought the life of something: Kalim Harem. Everyone is dating and sleeping with Kalim.

So here's the thing I can't help but focus on: Orgies

Like SO MANY ORGIES MY DUDE!!

I'm talking a fucking CHORE CHART WHEEL for those who are boning with him throughout the week until Orgy Date and something about Kalim just casually mentions the date in public is so fucking funny to me!

I feel like the first few times it was awkward for everyone to look at each other but soon it led to the others in the poly to bone each other without Kalim

So my question to you is; Thoughts of dorm orgies? I just get the vibe everyone's TOO CLOSE and the staff either doesn't know or know just refuse to say anything

Alright, it took me waaaaay too long to reply to this one, sorry for the wait!!

Yours and your fans ideas are quite creative as always lol And honestly you never know with Kalim. He seems so unassuming and innocent one moment, but he’s also full of surprises. He could be quite horny, and boy oh boy what a surprise it would be to the Scarabia students lol

(I’m saying it as someone who drew a comic of Kalim NOT fucking his harem because he’d rather sing and dance with them…)

Out of all the dorms, I feel like Scarabia is the most likely to have this type of ehh ARRANGEMENT. Other than that, Savanaclaw might do this type of stuff too lol

Oh and the staff won’t do anything about it anyways, Crowley is going to act like it’s not happening or it’s some kind of bonding moment for the guys lol

[chosetherose]

I’m keep wondering about your pinned post. Seems so random for it to only be about the surprise songs. Every time I see it, I’m reminded of the discussions about messages relating to self-discovery. Even the OOTW mv ends with this message and maybe relates to the 🎃 message about the woods?

Haven’t been around that long so maybe I missed some things. Every time there is a new message I wonder if it gets tossed aside too soon. Really wondering if people are tired or the riddles are too tough! 🤭 Love to hear your thoughts! You alway seem to find interesting connections!

Hi, Anon! I think about this ask a lot too. I guess I see it like…somebody in the know thought it would be fun to send in a hint toward an upcoming surprise song mash up. I’m deeply grateful whoever it was thought to send to me! It was so exciting! After I watched the livestream and put it together, I spent the rest of the day walking around like this: 🤯☺️🫨🤭!

But hmmm maybe there could be more to it like you say. For example, I’ve been thinking about the Emily Dickinson reference that @corneliastvendor discovered. It’s curious to me because it wasn’t necessary; one could hint at this mash up without an Emily Dickinson reference. Is there something more here than a superfluous nod to a beloved poet in the lead up to TTPD’s release? I’m not sure! My gut says it was just someone having a little fun but I will be on the lookout in case anything else clicks.

I’m not sure I’m familiar with the self-discovery discussions you mentioned but I’ve always thought Taylor’s imagery of the woods is as beautiful as it is purposeful.

Taylor’s lyrics about trees and the woods have the same theme throughout her catalog…it’s like an eloquent way to sing about periods of life that are complicated. There is no clear path out of the situation you’re in. You right down in it, in the mess. But honey when you’re above the trees, you can see it for what it is. You can see the clearing you’re searching for.

Here are some examples that come to mind.

“Honey, when I'm above the trees, I see this for what it is, But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given, Is just shit we're dividin' up.” - Happiness

“Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet?” - OOTW

“Were you waiting at our old spot, In the tree line, by the gold clock?, Did I leave you hanging every single day?” - Coney Island [A side note on this song… I could be laughably wrong but I view it as a song for Kaylors. We were “waiting in the tree line” as we supported a closeted Taylor. We had made it out of the heart of the woods all the way to the tree line that sits by an open field! We could see the clearing that was incoming freedom during the Lover era. But plans didn’t work out (understandably) and we were left hanging hiding in the woods.]

“Please picture me, In the trees, I hit my peak at seven, Feet, In the swing, Over the creek, I was too scared to jump in, but I, I was high, In the sky, With Pennsylvania under me, Are there still beautiful things?” - Seven

I can see 🎃’s message you mentioned having a similar vibe. The subject of that poem could arguably out searching for themselves in the woods, in the thick of the mess. Until they finally find the sovereign door and the courage to twist the handle. Here is the link to pumpkin’s woods poem.

I wrote way more than I anticipated. Hopefully it’s coherent lol 😵‍💫

[harmo-n-ia]

Don't listen to that anon you work things at your own pace. This is your blog and your creations and some rando going WHAT ABOUT MEEEE anonymously with absolutely 0 hint of self awareness is beyond rude of themelves. This is a personal rp blog not some public service. I'm so sorry.

(( Thank you. This really does mean a lot. It took me a while to respond as I just felt terrible about it for a while... )) [Big post beneath the cut]

My health- mental and physical, really has not been the best over the past while... especially after having a bad seizure physically and after an incident I'm still not fully recovered from mentally with some people- which did mess up the blog actually as they purposefully erased my notes for all my character writing. I've managed to recover some of my personal notes recently. I'm at a point though where I WOULD like to restart this blog for sweet boy N, and also I'd like to have some moments where my BADEND!AU boy Naal sometimes drops in, now that he's become very well developed as a distinct character. (Maybe losing his original notes actually helped him, his first iteration makes me cringe LOL) The last thing I wanted to ever do though was make anyone sad. Life's so very short- I want to bring people joy. Even if its through little things like character blogs, art of someone's favorite character or a pokemon or just something that makes them smile... or a story they can gripped into and look forward to to distract them from the harsh world we live in these days. I think tumblr did eat some of those asks, though my chaotic life also threw off response time a lot as well. [ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇ��ˢᵗ ˡᶦᵛᶦⁿᵍ ˢᶦᵗᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ ˢᶦᵗᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵉᶦᵗʰᵉʳ. ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃˢˢᵃᵘˡᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʲᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵖᵘⁿᶦˢʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᶦᵗ ⁽ᴬ ᴴᵁᴳᴱ ᵂᵀᶠ ᴵ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ⁾ ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡᶦᶻᵉᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵇᵃᵈ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᵗᵒˡˡ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʰʸˢᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵛᶦˢᶦᵇˡᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᴵ ᵃᵐ "ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ" ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ, ᴵ ᵖᵒˡᶦᵗᵉˡʸ ʳᵉˢᶦᵍⁿᵉᵈ. ᵀʰᵉʸ'ᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ. ʸᵉᵃʰ. ᴼⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʰᵉˡˡᶻᵒⁿᵉˢ.] I'm thankful anyhow, so very much so, for those following this blog, following ALL my blogs, character driven ones or not- I'm so thankful. My body gives me pain most days, but... I'm glad I'm still here. I'm trying to turn things back around for myself and just be alive again. Do fun things. Make people smile. Create. Find joy IN creation. So hey. Let's get N's blog going again, how about that? I'd like to that, and I'd think other's would too. I'll hold on to some of the asks that are still in the inbox and still answer them too, but if you'd like to send him anything, I think I'll just redo him an intro post like I did for @grimsleys-gambit - clean up some old stuff here and there, and we'll start him up again from there before I start kicking off any plot on his blog.

[writeroutoftime]

please love me

pairing: steve harrington x reader (requested by: anon)

summary: based on the prompt "after all...I'm just a girl, standing in front of boy, asking him to love her." - Notting Hill

words: 0.5k

a/n: another late response to my valentine's blurb challenge, but now it's my love is in the air for spring blurbs lol. anyway, steve harrington is the love of my life and this was so fun to write!

oOoOo

What a mess you had made of it all. The look of hurt and betrayal on Steve's face was ingrained into your memory. You never meant for things to get this far. If someone would have told you in one week your best friend (and secret crush) Steve would confess his feelings to you and you would be the one to accidentally break his heart, you would have called them crazy.

For years Steve had been one of your closest friends, but in the past twelve months you longed for more. His pretty eyes and floppy hair had pulled you in and you never wanted to be far from him. The only thing that held you back was the paralyzing fear of losing Steve completely from his confession.

So, imagine your surprise when Steve was the first to confess his feelings during your weekly movie night. The words sent you into shock and all you could do was stare at the poor boy who sat in front of you. In fact, you stayed frozen for so long, Steve took it as a rejection, mumbled some half-assed excuse, and booked it back to his own place. As soon as the door slammed behind him, you groaned and ran your hands down your face in frustration.

The next day, you were determined to make amends with Steve and return his feelings by catching him as he got off of work. Unfortunately, you never got the chance because before you could get inside, you were stopped by your ex who happened to be walking by.

He came up to you and stepped so close you could feel his breath on your skin. It made you want to recoil. No matter how much you told him so, he wouldn't take the hint that the two of you would never be together again. However, he crossed the line when he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. Immediately, you pushed away from him disgusted by his actions. But what hurt even more was seeing Steve's broken face as he watched the interaction from afar before running to his car.

oOoOo

Trying again the next day, your knuckles rapped against his door gently, as though it was Steve you were touching. The wait between your last knock and the opening of the door felt like a lifetime, and you sighed in relief when you saw Steve standing in front of you. His eyes were dimmer than normal, and his clothes looked rumpled, but he was still your Steve.

"Hi." you began rather lamely, not sure where to start.

Steve did not seem to be in the mood for small talk. "What do you want, y/n?" he deadpanned.

"I'm sorry for what happened, but you have to know what you saw is a completely misunderstanding." you began and rushed to continue as you watched Steve silently scoff at your words. "I didn't want him to be there, to be that close to me, or to even talk to me. I told him that all we're exes and that's all it's going to ever be. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, Steve."

"Yeah, well why should I believe you? I don't wanna be anyone's second choice."

His words hit hard in your chest. It was no secret how vulnerable Steve could be and for good reasons. You never wanted to be the person to cause him to doubt his worth. "Well, I'm here aren't I? After all, I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love you." you confessed, waiting with battered breath.

It took a moment, but Steve seemed to visibly soften at your words and let his guard down once more. "Y-you mean that? You love me?"

"Of course, I love you, Steve. I've been wanting to tell you for months, but I was always too scared. But I'm done being scared now."

He just laughed and pulled you in for a hug reveling in the warmth of your body. He looked at you lovingly and couldn't help but finally take the chance to wrap his arms around you and kiss you. Just like you said, he too was done being scared and it definitely paid off.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Punishment

Pairing: Gamer! Jay x afab reader

Genre: Smut rated M/21+; oral (m. and f. receiving); edging/oragasm denial; choking; use of the word "doll"; degradation

Word Count: 1.2k words

Mellow speaks: Part 2 to "Hard at Work" is here!! I had so much fun writing this one, and I may or may not have gone overboard with this (you guys tell me lol). Thank you to the anon who had requested this, and while I tried to make this as much into an individual fic as possible, it might me fun to read both parts together.

Find Pt. 1 here!

Tagging: @freckledwinterfalls

Your back hitting the mattress, you look up at your boyfriend, eyes going wide as he climbs over you, a smirk plastered on his face. His lips soon meet yours, his form hovers over your own while he uses his arms to prop himself up. As he closes the gap between your bodies, you find yourself becoming hyper-aware of his member pressing against your clothed core, your skirt riding up your thigh and pooling around your waist.

It starts out as soft, but you know it's just the calm before the storm. Well aware of how annoyed Jay can get whenever you disrupt his game, you can't help but try to brace yourself for what is to come. As if reading your thoughts, Jay lets out a groan before pushing harder, his mouth molding against your own in a display that's sloppy but full of passion, and if you might add, with a hint of anger to it.

You're too invested in the kiss to notice the way he starts grinding against you, his already hardened cock teasing your heat through the fabric of your panties. But his movements soon make themselves known, the friction that's growing between your thighs causing your wetness to seep through as you pull him close by the shoulder, his tongue against your bottom lip leaving you craving for more.

And then, just like that, he pulls away, and you're left clutching at the air and trailing after his lips. Looking up at him, you find a devilish grin plastered to his face as he looks down at you. "What happened, doll?," he asks, tutting slightly at the sight in front of him. You can only gape at him, not wanting to say something wrong and mess things up for yourself. When you don't reply, he decides to continue, the words that roll of his tongue making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Disturbing me while I'm playing, embarassing me in front of my friends," he growls lowly, and despite yourself, you can't help but find it sexy. "Such a slut, aren't you? Deserve to be punished." That's the last thing you hear before he's on you once more, his lips finding yours in a flash. But that's not what gets you reeling (though it does feel nice, a bit too nice). What actually gets you reeling is the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your core, your panties being pushed to the side as his hand greets your arousal.

The next thing you know, two fingers make their way inside your hole, stretching you out as he continues to kiss you. The action causes pleasure to spread throughout your body, a moan escaping your lips as he slowly picks up the pace. "Slut," he whispers against your mouth, curling his index and middle fingers inside of you and hitting the spots he knows have your toes curling.

The way his hand expertly carries out its torture on you, it's no surprise that the coil in the pit of your stomach starts tightening yet again, every stroke of his fingers pushing you closer to your high. As his speed increases, so does the sound of your moans, face betraying the pleasure you are feeling as you feel your orgasm growing nearer.

But of course, luck is not your side, as just when you think you're gonna cum, the feeling recedes, your walls clenching around nothing as Jay pulls his fingers out of you. You can't help but whine at the loss of contact, the smug grin on his face almost making you cry. "What is it, doll? Why are you looking at me like that?," he muses, and when you don't reply, he grabs your chin harshly, leaning close as he mutters an "Answer me."

"W-want you," you manage to stutter out somehow, making him chuckle as his hands run up your thighs, fingers getting hooked in the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs in one swift move. You can only whimper as your thighs are spread apart, his tongue licking a long stripe up your folds as his fingers make their way to your clit, teasing your bundle of nerves while his mouth works its wonders on you. It doesn't take him much time to set up a pace for himself, open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks threatening to drive you insane as you inch closer to your climax once more.

With his tongue flitting in and out of your hole, you can do nothing but let soft mewls escape you every now and then, the buildup to your orgasm making your senses hazy. It takes you a second to register it when he asks, "Wanna cum?," his voice muffled by your mound as you weakly nod your head, hoping he'd have mercy on you this time around. But your hopes are in vain, of course, as instead of a kiss to your clit, what you get a sharp slap straight to your pussy, Jay's lips curling into a sneer as he hears you moan his name. The stimulation has you dangling off the edge, your eyes pleading your need for a release.

"Not so fast," he mutters, smirking once more as his hand wraps around your neck, roughly pulling your already fucked-out form into a sitting position in front of him. "Wanted my dick, didn't you?," he asks, leaning in so that his face is dangerously close to yours. You choose to keep your mouth shut, silently praising yourself for doing the right thing when you feel him smash his lips to yours, kissing you harshly. "Then show me how much you're craving it." And with that, his PJs slide down his legs along with his boxers, the cock that you worship so much finally springing free, hitting against his abdomen. You don't have to be told what to do, your hands getting wrapped around his girth and your lips encircling his tip. Soon enough, you're bouncing your head up and down, sucking him off as his hand tightens around your throat every so often, cutting off your oxygen and causing you to gag. You pick up the pace, deepthroating him as his grunts grow louder.

He bucks his hips a couple times, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth as your hands massage his balls, your tongue licking the surface of his dick. Maybe it's the anger that he's feeling towards you, or maybe it's you look even more sexy being this desperate, but Jay soon finds himself close to the edge, his hand pushing your head even deeper as he nears his high. A few more strokes, and he pulls out of your mouth, only to cum all over your face, his warm seed forcing your eyes shut as he rides out his orgasm.

Stroking your head gently, he whispers, "Well done, doll," and despite yourself, you crack a smile, expecting to be forgiven. But you only end up making a fool of yourself yet again, your boyfriend's presence receding away from you as you open your eyes. "I think you can clean yourself up," he says, an air of nonchalance about him as he goes around pulling his pajamas up his legs. "B-but-," you stammer, but he pays you no mind, almost exiting the room before turning to look over his shoulder.

"I've got a game to finish."

[voxmortuus]

Herding The Calf

PAIRING: Hannibal Lecter x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Hannibal (NBC)

WORDS: 1.1k

WARNING: Sorry if this is a little fast-paced and choppy. I feel like my writing is shit today!

SUMMARY/PROMPT: From a lovely Anon: may I ask for a hannibalxreader? id like Hannibal to try to kidnap reader after stalking them for months (as he is interested in the reader and wants to get closer to them, but the only way he thinks he can make the reader care for him is to make them rely on him for all support, therefore he holds them hostage) but the reader is a good fighter and ends up hurting him pretty good, though he eventually knocks them out and the reader is held hostage in his basement and isn't necessarily afraid, just more aggravated because they're bored and want to do something and every time he visits them they ask for stuff to ease their boredom and what have you I want you to take artistic liberty over this as it is pretty much a summary prompt, just have fun if you write this lol have a nice day!

TW: Language | Mentions of Violence | Hostage | Kidnapping | Stockholm Syndrome

IMAGE CREDIT: Google

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A mess of monkeys was pounding on a steel door with ball-peen hammers. Neon lights flashed on and off fast enough to send any epileptic into a seizure. Looking around, you let out a slight moan. The last thing you remember was getting ready to leave Hannibal's house before your face met the floor. Rubbing your head, you look around.

"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me?" You mutter. Taking in your surroundings, you see a toilet with a privacy wall, a bed that of which you woke up on, a sink, and a stand-up shower... and that's it. "He just couldn't take the hint." You shake your head. You try screaming, but nothing was coming of it. Chances are, this basement was soundproof. You try to walk around but, there is no luck whatsoever; here is a glass wall separating you from the rest of the basement. "GOD DAMN IT! HANNIBAL! WHAT THE FUCK?!" you yell. Frustrated.

He makes his way downstairs and takes a seat in front of your... cell. He sits down, looking at you, wiping his lip from the blood you had caused, clocking him a good one in the jaw. "You're a good fighter, Y/N, you got me good, may have even fractured a few ribs... but, you lost, I'm afraid. I wish you would have just listened, given it a chance." He stated.

"Well, Hannibal, you screwed the pooch on that one now, didn't ya? Couldn't you just take the hint? I wasn't interested. You stalked me! For MONTHS! Yet you always managed to have a god damn alibi when I tried to get the police involved. You need help Hannibal." You told him. Looking over his face, rather proud of yourself. Though you thought a moment, you wanted your money back on those damn self-defense classes.

Hannibal wanted you to need him, to rely on him. This was the only other option. When you left his care, he was insistent that you needed to stay, but you felt like you didn't need him anymore, you were feeling better, you felt like you had accomplished in your mental strength. That, and he was getting far too involved; hence you started putting more distance.

Looking at him, you rubbed your face shaking your head. "Hannibal, just let me go. I won't get the police involved- just- let me go. Please."

He stands up and looks at you. "I will bring you dinner and something to drink." He walks away.

"DAMN IT!" You bang on the glass, angry, and rightfully so. You begin to pace. There's nothing to do, nothing to read, he took your phone. You sigh; sitting on the bed, you put your head in your hands and close your eyes, trying to figure out ways to get out of this.

Day in and day out, you pace, growing bored, growing more frustrated, growing more aggravated and agitated. Looking at the wall, your back facing the glass wall, you sigh. Hannibal comes downstairs and takes a seat in front of the window wall.

"Hello, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

"Annoyed, bored, agitated, fuckin Christ Hannibal, a book, art supplies, something. I can't just sit here, pace and sleep. I need substance in my life, and you're not providing that." You state, facing away from him.

"I can give you books. What else?"

"To be let go."

"I will bring you some books. We will discuss some art supplies later."

You've gone through all six books he had brought down to you, Gone With the Wind, Pride and the Prejudice, The Great Gatsby, To Kill A Mocking Bird, Little Women, and Wuthering Heights. Sighing you had lost track of time, your sleep schedule was likely off, and your eating habits were off, you were losing weight, at least you showered, and he had given you a razor, knowing that you wouldn't harm yourself, so at least you could keep up on your shaving. He gave you clean clothes every day. To some, this wasn't so bad, but to you, it was starting to wear on you.

One night Hannibal had decided to sit in the dark you had no idea he was there. You had gone to sleep. Tossing and turning, cold sweats, you start dreaming.

You're stuck in a cage, hanging above a crowd of people, but there's something wrong with these people; they're sick, ill, bleeding from their eyes, noses, and ears. They're trying to get to you, trying to claw at you, not eat you, but they want to kill you. You see Hannibal in the distance, and you start screaming for him. Your voice goes horse. You begin to panic a little more; you're thrashing about in bed. You shoot up and gasp for breath. "HANNIBAL!" you scream.

Standing up, he walks over to the wall looking at you. "Are you okay Y/N?"

"I had the worst dream. People were trying to claw at me, trying to kill me. They were bleeding from their eyes, noses, and ears... I was in a cage, hanging above them, they started to climb the cage, and you were in the distance. I tried calling for you, but I woke up. It was horrifying." You wrap your arms around your knees and look up at him. "Hannibal, please, let me go. Please." You start to cry.

Tilting his head, he looks at you and shakes his head. "I'm afraid I cannot do that." He turns and leaves.

After a few days, he has brought you some high-quality art supplies, canvas, paints, brushes. You had gotten back in touch with your artistic side, and it was honestly a nice feeling. He would come down and watch you, observe you, and you had grown to like his company. Each day you two would talk a little longer, get to know each other a little better. You two would even have art time together and eat dinners together. He kept you in this glass box, and as time went on, you had grown accustomed to it. He had even given you a cat to keep you company. Things were changing in you.

Over time, you had liked the idea of being with him; it was this feeling of calm over you when you saw him. It was like everything was going to be okay. Fleeing wasn't a thought, not so much anymore- at least. He sits there and looks at you. "Good afternoon, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

"Hannibal, I would like to see the outside. Would you accompany me?"

He smiles and looks over your face. Tilting his head, he looks deep into your eyes and unlocks the door, takes your hand, and brings you out back. The sun hits your face you smile. Looking up at him, you smile again. "What a lovely day." you smile. And your wheels start turning surveying the area, but there was this tiny bit that stopped you; if you ran, and he caught you, your next capture, you could be the next meal.

[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: s/o likes using expletives/sounds while doing mundane tasks

anon: “hello! Can i ask an nct dream reaction to their s/o making lil sounds. I have a habit of making sounds when moving, for example when i scoot over to someone i’ll make a sound like “chukuchuku” and when i jump off a couch i’ll say “pong!” or “weee!” tysm!!” hi anon!!! so glad you decided to request! haven’t written for nct dream for a hot minute so i hope it’s okay!!

i used a lot of laugh/laughter/smile in this one LOL SORRY ABOUT THAT ;; i’ll put it under a cut bc it’s really long!

→ MARK honestly i think mark would just giggle. definitely. that man’s giggle machine never runs out wtf. anyway, without fail he usually breaks into giggles at the sounds that you make. when he becomes used to it, he’ll just smile to himself and continues to do what he’s doing, knowing that you heard his noise of mild amusement. mark’s made it clear that he loves it, but sometimes he laughs a lot that you’re conscious of it. when you do get insecure about it he doesn’t hesitate to let you know that it’s one of his favourite quirks of you!!! i also can honestly see him taking inspiration from ur sounds to include as adlibs to his songs ngl LMAO. 

“yo… can you say that again?” mark says enthusiastically, bringing in his portable recording mic so he could take down your unique sound. you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing out a few more sounds that mimicked the one before the click on mic goes off. your jaw drops, “you didn’t tell me you were already recording!” that prompted you to smack him, causing the endless fit of a laugh-fest you always caught yourself in when you’re with mark.

→ RENJUN fond smile fond smile fond smile!!! renjun loves it when you exclaim out when you leave the couch or have to manoeuvre around something to get somewhere. he likes showing affection to you no matter where you phrase you exclaim, although it’s not that showy. if you happen to do your sound at the dining table some of the members will know for sure that renjun will take your hand under the table or wear a lovesick smile that all of them know too well. renjun has the sweetest words for days too looooord, only if you’re alone tho and wants to know more about your habit and how it came to be??? if that make sense!

the familiar grasp of his hand doesn’t faze you, shooting the man a sheepish smile over the table as you feel his thumb graze over your skin. “renjun, bro, i’m happy for you and all, but i think they can’t eat if their dominant hand is being held,” you hear haechan call out, making the table erupt into light laughter. renjun ignores him but fails to ignore the blush on his cheeks, threatening hyuck with a raised hand as a joke. he doesn’t care about the others, though, when he sees the wide smile on your face and feels the squeeze of his hand in yours.

→ JENO you know how he like has that “hhmnnnmh?” sound. idk how to explain it but the thing that he always does whenever one of the dream members do or say some weird shit. yea he’d do that. the first few times were out of genuine confusion, but as jeno became more used to your sounds and exclamations, he hummed out mostly as a reply to it. the atmosphere would go silent a little as he stares at you with his big, deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes, and he holds that stare with you for a good 15 seconds LOL. def challenges you by wiggling his head around and then ending up tackling you to the couch or bed. if you’re sitting at a table the most he’d do is to probably land a kiss on your face after teasing you. mans just looking for an excuse to kiss you tbh.

“hhm?” jeno perks up to look to you, head tilted at an angle as you move closer to him at the dining table. his feigned surprise expression switches into a smile as he inches closer to you, ignoring your protests until there’s no more space left. jeno lets out a raspy laugh, lips coming into contact with your temple as the playful nature subsides.

→ HAECHAN the first time you do it, he lets out a dramatic gasp: hand to his mouth, jaw dropped etc. he’s a drama mama but you brush it off with a shove to his shoulder. hyuck def matches your energy like jaemin does but it’s mostly at the expense of his usual whines and pouts. you do it one time and the man does it ten times over. in no time he’s already cuddled up way too close to you with an arm around your waist and his head snuggled into your neck. he loves it when you say your phrases bc then he can exclaim something on his part like “very cute! but i’m cuter!” and you’d have to smack him or something. he dissolves into a fit of giggles along with the usual teasing, but other than that he likes communicate his fondness of your habit through physical touch.

moving around the project you had just bought wasn’t difficult but you couldn’t help the phrase that came naturally each time. “can you make that sound too when you’re riding-“ you don’t waste any time to land a mild slap on his forearm, gaining a laugh from your boyfriend who casually stated it during your movie night. your glare speaks tons, but haechan doesn’t care as he’s all smiles into your hair before continuing the movie. you, too, relax, knowing it was all fun banter that made your time with him all the more enjoyable.

→ JAEMIN oh my god jaem would match your energy 100%, even if the energy isn’t that high as he usually portrays himself in nct videos. with you, he’s a bit more reserved and kept to himself, but he likes it and you like it, too. when you’re moving past someone and make a noise he echoes you in the same manner you said it. and then the smile that comes after? omg 10/10!! beautiful smile!! jaemin just melts at your silly habit and the widest smile spreads across his face tbh. if you’re saying it while you’re alone with him i can see him just laughing and giggling at the words you manage to exclaim, cooing over how cute you are in his arms. jaem best boy

the ring of jaemin’s laughter fills your ears as your butt scoots closer to him, engaging him in the same fun sounds that you frequently make. jaemin repeats it in an exaggerated way, shooting you the biggest grin before pecking your forehead, “ah… why are you so cute (y/n)…” you easily nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warmth of his natural body heat and the arm around your waist.

→ CHENLE would counter your sound with a weird sound of his own. i know jaemin makes weird sounds but this man is on a whole other level PLSS. if you’re feeling playful you would reply and this feud of some sort would just continue until one of the other members ask you two to shut up, which would of course result in chenle’s recognisable dolphin laugh. even if you’re a little tired, i feel like the energy would still be up a little, so expect some prodding at your cheek or sides and kiss attacks from the mans. he would definitely coo, but not in the cheesy, cutesy way jaemin would. chenle has a more teasing and outgoing nature to him. it’s relentless and you’d have to stop him at some point but he’s making you laugh and having such a good time so you admire him instead.

the shrill sound fills your ears, responding to your phrase with one of his own. when you reply, he does it too, which prompts you to sigh in resignation at his endless energy. chenle catches on, but doesn’t press on further, instead entertaining you by giving you endless pecks on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you name it. the laugh he had, now, was more muted, liking the way your sounds of mixed protest and joy meant the opposite, “hey stop! baobei, you’re messing up my hair!”

→ JISUNG the poor boy would jump a little, but he finds himself being able to connect your actions to the sound you would make. i think the only time he would be really started was if you exclaimed a new phrase or if the action itself takes him off guard. like almost colliding with him in a hallway or popping up behind the fridge. jisung would have the littlest hint of a smile on his face, although he tries not to show it that much. i feel like he also would chuckle to himself quietly. he likes the quirk a lot that he finds himself thinking about it from time to time and even picking it up for fun one day. it felt so natural to do it that he just started to do it, too. maybe not as often as you do though! he usually cringes at it tho LMAO he doesn’t know how you make it sound so endearing. his reaction would be also just be a moment of “omg that was so cute, i love them so much”

as you land on the sofa with a sound spilling from your lips, you don’t miss jisung’s flinch at your appearance. “that one’s new,” his eyes are wide, but it eventually melts into a smile. he naturally leans back as he accepts the defeat shown on the television screen, but you don’t miss a beat to snatch the controller from him, going ahead to play the game in his stead. as you curl up by his side, you quickly beat your boyfriend at the level as his arm curls around your torso cautiously. jisung can only smile in the moment, finding that it was reaching his ears when you tease him again about the easy level.

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Haha looks like the anons are trying to poke a sleeping dragon here. Here's an ask more up your alley: about Silco and Powder/ Jinx. Why is Jinx all up Silco's ass for thinking he went behind her back and locked Vi up for all these years with the Help of Marcus? She didn't appear to hold it against him all these years thinking he killed Vi with the help of Marcus.

Mmmh I think Jinx never really believed Vi was dead. I mean, that's certainly what she tells Vi in the finale? That she felt she was always there? Sure she could be lying...

But she *saw* Vi abandon her with her own eyes, and she probably believes Silco never killed her. Marcus though? Yeah sure, maybe. He says Vi is dead, and Silco clearly believes him 100% (lol that's his one criminal mistake, believing Marcus). We simply don't know if Jinx believes it fully. Maybe the reason she's so perturbed and sees Vi in look-alikes and needs constant reminder that Vi is dead is precisely because she never really believed it.

I think Jinx could tell Silco did though. We see them at a very fraught time late in their relationship (such as it is), and we don't get to see stuff like... how did Silco break the news of Vi's death to his new protégée? Surely he wasn't blunt, and surely she didn't take it in stride, no matter how he delivered the news and whether she believed him or not.

I think it's very possible Jinx listened to him when it was a soothing thing to believe in. It's much easier to think "My sister is dead" than "My sister abandoned me", isn't it? Also, she never makes a creepy doll for her (or for Vander, another hint she knows about him being Warwickified, maybe)

Also, ahem... Jinx never accuses Silco of lying about Vi being dead directly.

She makes an allusion about not every dead end being dead, to which Silco says he can explain, she hurts him, taunts him, and he says "I didn't know. Marucs never told me she was in Stillwater."

"But you found out she came back. You lied."

She isn't upset that Silco lied all this time. She doesn't believe that. I mean, if she thought Silco had lied to her the *entire time*, I'm pretty sure we'd be seeing a far bigger reaction.

She's upset he's kept the news (from Sevika) secret, for the past day/hours, and she had to find out on her own. At least that's how I understand it.

Then Silco says "How you forgotten how she LEFT you."

So he knows as well that Vi left that night alive and abandoned Powder. That's not a secret.

I don't think these two have many secrets between them. Jinx is a rambling mess and Silco likes the sound of his own voice. Jinx has no friends and Silco doesn't trust anyone else the way he does her.

I genuinely think she's hurt Silco dared to lie to her because he's never had cause to do that before, and it's just not part of their clearly very open relationship.

I mean, I had a toxic relationship with my dad, I can guarantee you if I'd been triggered the way Jinx is in episode 6, I would make very sure my father *never* heard about it, because it would be used against me, or he'd gloat about it or make fun of me. The fact she basically needs no prompting at all to open up, he listens without interruption to her rambling, and reassures her with some tenderness over the rebuke... Yeah nah, I think they're usually very open, and that lie stings all the more for it.

But Jinx thinking he lied all those times would be a full blown betrayal. I don't think that's what we're seeing here.

At the end of the day we don't know how/when Marcus announced Vi was "taken care of" and what he said flat out and what he implied. I can well imagine him being vicious, and waiting for a meeting with Silco during which Powder is there hanging around, and he says his men chased Vi and killed her, just to hurt her.

I can imagine Powder running out of the room and Silco having to comfort her awkwardly. IDK, anything goes.